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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-02 20:47:00

Current mood:	amused
Entry tags:	!complete, andy gallagher, day 09, lexie grey, location: gym, open, remy lebeau

Day 9: Noon or there abouts
Who: Lexie Grey, Gambit, and OTA to anyone who wants to stop by
What: Introductions?
Where: The Gym
When: Noon or there abouts, Day 9
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

While the morning had been kind of busy (one case, lots of journal writing, and a brave Lexie nesting in a back closet); Lexie knew that nothing she had dealt with medically here could really compare to her experiences at Seattle Grace. Though, nothing she had dealt with here really compared to anything else at SGH. Back home people didn't die unless they were patients. People didn't get abducted. People didn't act insane unless someone needed to order a psych consult. In all honesty, Lexie was starting to feel like she needed a psych consult.

Opening up a questionable bottle of rubbing alcohol, Lexie set her attention to wiping down the exam area. It was a routine task, and something that needed to happen to keep the place sanitary. While she would have never had to do it back home, finding herself in the nitty gritty was a glorious distraction for the surgeon. "Last night I dreamed of San Pedro," she sang quietly, the towel she was wiping with staying nice and white, which was exactly what she wanted.

"La Isla Bonita," she continued, words failing in places not because she didn't know them but because she kept distracting herself. She was thinking of how completely wrong it was for her to refuse to make 'house calls' Then there was the whole thing with Dean. Why was he asking about her freckles, anyway? That was weird. Really weird. Chewing her lip she turned her attention to the other would-be exam table, wiping it down just as carefully.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-03 12:50 pm UTC (link)

Maybe it was the accent. Cajun, like Russian, was one of the most often-used 'bad guy' accents, when there was someone who needed to be foreign in big-money films. Of course, Cajun was also one of the accents that the studly womanizers were given in movies. Neither one lended a very nice outlook when hearing the accent. Of course, it was a delight to listen to, even if a little hard to understand sometimes, especially when mixed with bad English, because French was certainly this man's first language.

"I realize' 'dat it was uh gym, Chere." The red-head assured her as he flashed a sudden smile, lowering his eyebrows down as he did. "Jus' suprise we be given a clinic at all." However, even as he was saying those words, red eyes were trailing down very obviously over her body, taking in the white coat and resting a long while on the words across her right breast, reading them over twice in his mind (English as a second langauge made it take a bit longer to read) before being assured that he got them right, before he looked down further, over her pants, then to her shoes, and immediately back up to her face, that smile never wavering.

"So you a doct'r? Met a girl named George, she say she woke up naked an' han'cuff to you, she say you're a doct'r." And he was imagining, from the look of her, that 'Doctor' would be a title for her, not a name, as it was for Le Docteur. She, after all, had introduced herself by a real name. The footprints were dismissed as easily as he'd brought them up.. it'd give the pretty lady something to do once Gambit left, so he wasn't too concerned about it. She looked bored, if a little freaked out by the red-head's presence in her 'clinic'.

When she mentioned that someone had told her she was going to die, Remy's eyebrows went up again, but not in the comical way. Not this time. This time, it was surprise. And he almost let it go without making a comment, but she seemed so scared of him earlier that he felt compelled to help her feel a bit better about it.. though, really, it might just backfire.

"He say you were gonna die? Was it someone you know? No one tell anyone 'dey gonna kill 'dem, if 'dey really plannin' on killin' 'em. Jus' put 'de targe' more on-edge, an' 'dat's 'de las' t'ing you wanna do if you goin' af'er someone. An' if he was predictin' your future, he's righ'. Everyone die, Chere, so it coul' be eigh'y years 'fore you do it, but you gonna do it someday, non? Ain' no reason t'worry, you jus' stick wit' ot'er people, don' be all on y'own like 'dis. Ain' safe, from 'de soun' uh t'ings." And if she'd gotten every word of that, the woman was amazing. Gambit wasn't always easy to understand, unless you were really listening instead of letting your mind wander.

"You ain' got no nurses can stay wit' you here? Help take care o'de people 'dat need it? Help keep 'de bot' of you safe, too." Gambit may have offered to stay, in later days, if he knew anything about anything medical. Unfortunately (or, fortunately for them, rather) he didn't.

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brain_ninja
2009-06-04 10:55 pm UTC (link)

It was with a drawn and sullen expression that Andy parted with Sam with a half-hearted "later, man," as the taller of the two made his way further down the road and Andy pushed open the doors to the gym. Stitches out. It had seemed like a much bigger deal this morning in the journals than it did now after his morning.

The walk with Sam was meant to help Andy get used to being mobile again, really, and okay, maybe he was hoping for a little bit of male bonding. Any bonding, he supposed, since, for the most part, he'd been pretty much on his own for the past week, give or take. Even when there were other people in the church, it wasn't like they paid him any attention. Leave the gimp to his devices. Don't look at the freak. Definitely don't talk to the guy who kissed you and caused you to run out.

But, while the walk itself had started out well, by the time they'd gotten down toward the clocktower, everything changed. As if it wasn't bad enough finding a fucking body hanging - which in and of itself brought back memories he'd rather be buried, even if they were still pretty raw and fresh - there was the goddamn picture of Lily. That was too perfect. The Asian guy had been strung up the same way...and then there was the picture of Lily. If that didn't scream "don't bother trying to leave," Andy didn't know what did.

So, when he walked into the gym to find Lexie and ended up finding Lexie and some redheaded dude, he very nearly turned right back around. He didn't mind being vulnerable in front of Lexie - shit, she'd seen him in his boxers hallucinating and puking like it was his job - but he wasn't exactly a fan of showing the softer side of Andy to other people. Especially other men. Andy wasn't a pussy, man. It was just...shit, even Sam hadn't taken that finding very well, so how the hell was Andy supposed to?

"Sorry to interrupt," he said dully. "Should I come back later, Lex?" Secretly, he sort of wanted to.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-05 04:01 pm UTC (link)

So, George had decided to tell a stranger about the naked time. Nice. It wasn't that Lexie was embarrassed or anything... OK, maybe she was, just a little bit, and that was because she kind of felt like Mr. Red Eyes here was giving her the once over and envisioning what was going on underneath of her clothes... and having some sort of pervy moment. Naked Time: Not a Pervy moment.

Admittedly beyond when Gambit mentioned about her being naked with George, Lexie lost a bit of the rhythm of his speech pattern. It was like losing a step in the middle of a complicated dance routine - except she didn't have any idea what the next five steps were going to be. She was the lost dance partner. Her brow furrowed - he'd lost her. Dammit.

Well, that was until the accent faded a little and she found herself being asked about nurses. "Nurses? No.. Well, there's another doctor... I think his name was House? or Greg? Something like that.. and there's that guy who calls himself 'doctor' but isn't one at all.. which is kind of creepy if you ask me. Makes me think of those t-shirts frat boys wear to try and make girls trust them... or serial killers..." Lexie had watched a little bit too much daytime TV in the on-call room lately.

She was about to mention that Logan had been kind enough to stay until she fell asleep the other night but she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing. Looking to the noise she spied Andy, a very tired, grumpy looking Andy. She tried to give him a warm smile. "Interrupt?" She shook her head. She was actually thankful that maybe her blood pressure could lower a bit now that she was no longer alone with a fast talking, red eyed Cajun man who seemed to be quite a bit more than meets the eye.

"Come on in, Andy, let me see how that leg of yours is holding up," her smile was warm. "Andy, Gambit; Gambit, Andy," It felt sort of weird introducing someone with a name that meant 'challenge.' Weird.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-05 04:23 pm UTC (link)

"House? Strange name." You were one to talk, LeBeau, but it didn't phase him and he only shrugged up his shoulders, making his coat rise and fall with the movements. "I met 'de Doct'r, he wasn' so bad. Clever." Even saying that made the Cajun smile slowly and he shook his head a moment later, red hair swinging slightly into his face before settling again. "I don' t'ink he's a serial killer, Chere." And he may have said more, but the door was opening and Gambit was also turning, to inspect the newcomer and offer him a smile.

"Nice t'meet you, An'y." Like Annie. Yes, Little Orphan Annie. Poor Andy. "But you two got business, I leave you to it." Red eyes once again found their way to Lexi before he gave her a nod. "You got a nice clin'c here. I hope I don' ever gotta come here." His easy smile said that it wasn't because he didn't want to meet her again, but rather that he hoped he wasn't hurt enough to come here. With that, Gambit was turning to look at Andy again. That was when the Cajun gave him the quick once-over. Now Lexi had him thinking about serial killers.. at least Andy didn't look like one.. but that man he'd met earlier? Jean? Definitely serial killer material. "Was nice t'meet you, Lexi. An'y." Poor, poor Andy.

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